This morning we woke up to blue jays and cardinals in our backyard.
I’m going to take this as a sign.
Donald will be indicted (again) this week.
I will hear something fabulous about my new novel, even if it’s because I decide to send it to a friend who will tell me she loves if even if she doesn’t.
The weather will be amazing on Thursday which is my preferred day for the beach.
Okay, I made just three wishes because I don’t want to be greedy but come on, someone please throw me a bone. Right now I am biting my lip and sending happy comments to Julie in Ireland and I have vowed to be gracious and not bring up my birthday ever again.
Hey, if I stop celebrating my birthday, maybe it means I will stop aging.
It’s a thought.
As long as it doesn’t mean I’m dead 😎.
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